Wednesday, 29 February 2012

So 2012 is a leap year and today i.e 29th Feb comes after every 4 years. May be this is one of the reason why its considered special. My geography high school teacher had explained us about leap years. I remember it has something to do with the spinning of the earth, something about revolving around the sun, 6 hours increased every year for 4 years consequently making 24 hours which is added in the month of Feb...God know why?

As for me, being a romantic fool that I am, I love February and November. I have my own reasons. February being the most romantic month and we have a special extra day after every 4 years and November coz I was born on a lucky November morning. :)

Leap year have always rung a bell for me ever since I read a story during my childhood about a young girl who confessed her love on a leap year. Isn't that just sweet? My friends laugh at me for all my weird beliefs and crazy stunts but I find no harm in them if it means walking that extra mile just to make someone feel special.

So the whole point of a leap year is that its a day when guys can be at the receiving end and girls can confess their feelings without a doubt...of course it can be done on other days as well, but isn't it just cute that we have a special day and perhaps just another reason to fall in love again.

So shifting my paradigm from girls to guys, I wonder how a totally macho guy feel when a sweet girl innocently confesses her love to him...or may be if she just sent him flowers with a simple note. I've always rationalized relationships from a girl's point of view but recently one of my guy friends told me that guys feel as much love, shame, hurt and pain in relationships as a girl feels. No wonder I've seen guys blinking away tears when they saw their gal going out of her way and doing her bit. I wonder how many lucky man experienced this feeling today. Its all about making someone feel special coz of you and even if today is just another day, I feel if it means making someone happy and blessed whats the big deal even if we are so hyped up over a mere change of date.

As always, I am saying it again...."Its always a great feeling to know that somebody likes you". Wish you a very HAPPY LEAP YEAR and a life filled with love and happiness :)

Friday, 24 February 2012

There she sits on her bed, fearing and hoping that tomorrow never comes. She knew it was genuinely wrong to think of someone else when the next day she was to be bonded for a lifetime to another man.

Had she been given the chance to write her life all over again, she’d have happily grabbed it. With a broken heart she remains, not knowing what to do, her eyes tired of holding back her tears. They say, years later you don’t remember any but it seems so impossible now – whatever happened to the dreams she had.

Throughout her life she’ll stay – holding her broken heart close to her. If only he understood her, if only he realised that she’s a princess within, her life would have been much different and may be better.

Today for the last time she held her lost love close and cried one last time for all the times she was let down, all her lost hopes – one final time coz tomorrow she’s gonna be a different self and somehow she wants to shed her former self and start all over again. As tonight ends she is letting her memory slip from her hands like sands and letting the past bury itself. May be for the rest of her life she’ll compromise and sacrifice for the sake of happiness of a known stranger and bury all the pain in her heart but in nights like this she’ll cry hopelessly wishing for a hope – a miracle –may be – and will go on for the rest of her life.

But tonight her apprehensions got the better of her. There she sat alone and wandering away at the sudden turn of events in her life and realising how cruel life can be coz she deserved much better… much more beyond what she had ever had.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Tonight I am writing about some issues I am concerned with, as a professional of Human Development and taking a break from the regular chantings of my personal dramas....

A major concern in the development of children in today's context is the ever increasing trend of video games, social networking, virtual friends and the resonating effect of media that affects these innocent minds in ways which we can never imagine. Gone are the days when kids get together in the afternoons to play those indigenous sports which was passed on to generations. As a kid, my favourite was playing with small pebbles which I later realised contributes to fine motor reflexes of the hands and better co-ordination of the eye and hand movement. Similarly, traditional games of sticks, hopping around in one leg by throwing a piece of slate, group games of thief and soldiers, chasing each other on piggy rides has its own significance leading to the development of gross muscles, fine muscles and most importantly socialization of children of heterogeneous and homogeneous age-groups. Socialization process and interaction among children had an altogether different meaning a decade ago.

These traditional games and sports are a thing of the past as unprecedented changes have taken place in our society as a consequence of globalisation and technological revolution. Child rearing practices have changed eventually. The saying "Spare the rod, spoil the child" is one of the worst quote in today's context. In cities, nonavailability of space has led to fewer outdoor sports which serve as one of the most important causal factor for childhood obesity. All the more kids are confined in their homes with uncensored exposure to media and internet. Video games and internet have substituted the traditional games. Thus, a child's cognitive development is enhanced through such activities and problem solving capacities is refined but an even greater aspect of the physical development remains uncertain. For the well-being of a child, all round development is important in terms of - physical, social, emotional, language, cognitive and motor development. At such, parents, teachers and care takers have the absolute role as they are the first environment a growing child interacts with.

Social change is an inevitable process. For a society to develop we need to sow the good seeds to the growing generation. Being a slave to change mindlessly is a not a choice we can risk. Understanding the changing needs of the child and empowering ourselves with the prerequisite knowledge of child development and catering to their needs is perhaps the best investment which we can make for ourselves, for our family and for the society.

Monday, 20 February 2012

Since my childhood, I've always had issues with my weight. I was one of the fattest girls in the class and was often the laughing stock of the class. Teenage years passed by with futile attempts to lose the extra kilos....apart from dieting I tried everything...exercising, dragging myself out of bed everyday for my morning walks, cycling everyday to school, paper cutting newspaper clips that mentioned anything about being slim, reducing weight blah, blah....but throughout school and college my reputation remained untarnished.

It seemed like everybody was amused on my being fat. Names like "Fatso", "Potato", "Pumpkin", "Drum", "Banana" and "Humpty-Dumpty" followed wherever I went.....but wait...Isn't Humpty-Dumpty the cute guy with the big head in comics? Why did they called me Humpty-Dumpty? My head is not big like his...I should have pointed out for them. I guess for them all round things implied fat.

No, No and yet another NO

Well, dieting has never been on my things-to-do list. I love eating and relish food. Seriously, the mentality of skinny girls exerting control on eating has always remained a mystery for me. They say its ANOREXIA NERVOSA...that's when they are actually thin and they think they are fat. I guess in my case it's the opposite, even if I am half a dozen kilo overweight I've always considered myself to be slim and pretty...may be this is also some psychological condition....I'll call it....VALEXIA TINOSA after my name.I am lucky coz my best frens follow the same principle and are real foodies. We love hanging out with guys who have the same opinion... who love eating. My fren once dumped a guy coz he told her that she's a voracious eater. May be he likes girls who are finicky eaters...certainly not our type. Inspite of the meagre monthly allowances, we always spare some to dine in our favourite restaurants and spice up our taste buds.

Of course, my heart pains when my favourite pair of jeans betray me or when that new dress threatens to tear away when I force myself in..not to mention the jealousy in my heart when I see young girls sporting that perfect figure and adorning themselves with the best designer dresses....but definitely these are not worth starving for and not torturing myself for sure. I rather eat lots and work out even more.

I read somewhere that a woman sheds those extra kilos somewhere in her early 20s...and I guess the miracle happened with me as well. Apart from the regular sessions of sweating which I immensely enjoy in the Badminton court there is nothing to which I can consider as a work-out regime. Perhaps this is the only reason why I lost that baby fat. May be another reason is that I love running in the evenings especially when I am stressed or hitting low....and when I am sad, I prefer sweating it away in the court.

So, if you're reading this and relating to yourself know that every girl has all the right in the world to feel beautiful and beauty is not judged by mere appearances and certainly not by how much she weighs. Its what lies inside her, her aura that she exhibits and her personality. And I know YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

I feel it, when I sorrow most;'Tis better to have loved and lostThan never to have loved at all.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

My
friends call me a hard core romantic. I have grown up falling in love with
Mills & Boon, fantasizing the characters, assuring myself that someday
someone will fall on his knees in front of me and say those four words which
every girl hopes to hear one day. I always heave a deep sigh when I see couples
heads over heels in love, holding hands, doing silly, crazy and cute things
all in the name of love.

I’ve never really understood
love. For a girl like me falling in love is not a Herculean task. All it takes
is a glance, a smile, a nice gesture and that’s it and the next moment I’m all
yours; as one of my ex-boyfriend described me as “easy to please”. I’ve never
really understood it but I’ve always assumed it to be a compliment. May be it’s
the reason I had many misadventures and I am still unable to distinguish
between love, infatuation, crush, admiration, puppy love and all synonyms of
love. To me in the beginning all appear the same; all have its share of
craziness followed by expectations and disappointments and the cycle goes on.

I still remember the first guy
I liked at school. It was an altogether one-sided affair and just coz he stood
outside the class as a punishment for not doing homework, I gladly hid my
homework just to give him company. That was in my 6th grade. Also, I
can’t describe the feeling I had when that new boy came in my class……class 8A.
I still remember his soft hair and his deep brown eyes and his cute dimple. And
if he said “Present Sir” during attendance, I’d follow suit and when he said
“Yes Sir”, I’d say the same and giggle shyly. I had my first heartbreak when I
realised that he liked another girl. She was the prettiest in my class and of
course the dream of every boy in school. Perhaps that was the first time I
learnt to “let go” not realising that it is meant to repeat years later in
different circumstances. That was the time I realised that sometimes we need to
give up things we really want because they were never meant to be ours.

Moving on with my love life, I
had my first date during my high school. We used to steal quick glances without
saying a word, used to come early just to spend more time looking at each other
and shied away when our eyes met. Perhaps he could feel that I was on an
affirmative note with him, or may be his friends persuaded him to ask me out;
which of course I gladly agreed. So we
went to this first date of mine with a group of friends. I can’t remember much
except that we faced each other in that café without much verbal contact sipping
water, coffee, another coffee, and then water when coffee was over. I liked him
inspite of the growing discomfort I felt – the way he tried to make me
comfortable when he was also equally nervous. It was sweet. Even if love is so
hard a word to define, I still claim him to be my first love – first love that
drifted away with time, with distance and growing priorities; and since then
falling in and out of love has been a regular affair.

I wonder how it’s even possible
to say that love happens only once in a lifetime, it’s too sad. Or it may be
that it is possible only in the movies. Sometimes I wish life is like the
movies with a happy ever after, or atleast if we have a hint when it comes to
making decisions. I wish I am like the
leading lady, no matter what mess she had got into; there is this cute guy who
brings her flowers and lends her tissues every time Cupid failed her.

Of course, with love comes all
the heartbreak, pain, jealousy, rage, shame, guilt etc. Also, I saw love fade
away with time and distance and realised that two perfect persons cannot be
perfect for each other. For a girl who is on the verge of break-up, there is
nothing more hateful than “You deserve someone better than him”, “Just let it
go”, “May be you guys aren’t meant for each other” …..trust me it’s all crap. But
then there’s an end to mark a new beginning. So the whole cycle of harmless
flirting, falling in and out of love continues and just as you begin believing
that time heals all wounds, you realise that time indeed wounds all heals.

Its just that no matter how
much a person claims, everybody secretly loves the idea of being in love and
it’s always a great feeling to know that somebody likes you – I guess this is
the beauty of life or perhaps the only way the world functions. It doesn’t
matter if the feeling lasted only for a few days, some months, years or lucky
enough to last a lifetime. What really matters is that it was real atleast for
a while. Its okay if we’ve messed up a few times, it’s okay if our feelings
were never reciprocated, or even if he was stupid enough to walk out of our
life. It is perfectly all right if your heart was broken a few times because we
still have wonderful friends to hug us and lend us a shoulder to cry on or to get
drunk, get high and make fun of us for the silly things said and done while in
love and certainly to give that daily dose of moral booster which we so need
when a relationship ends. Its okay if you’ve never understood love just the way
I am because there are many more like us waiting for a second chance or a fresh
new start and who still loves the idea of being in love and surely love will
find a way, indifference will find an excuse.

After all it’s better to have
loved and lost than never to have loved at all.